Elbow to elbow, hands weigh heavy
Interlaced and barely trembling
Whisper your last words to cold tiles
I forgive you, God, for an unjust trial
Now, forgive me for my sins

Shoot me once, I will pretend
To ignore the blood
To kneel on stained glass
To pay homage with repentance I cannot afford

Do you appreciate the words I etched onto your painting?
You must— you asked for them,
Didn't you?

A statue in an empty room calls for an execution
for the number of cuts across my knees
I blame you, I must hate you
But even with a hood over my eyes,
I will find a stone
I will throw it through your window
I will kneel again